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Within the stillness of that night, when nothing seemed to be quite right; They came to me with veins of ice, and at that time, I was only nine. ~ What they wanted, I knew too well, the shame, the pain, the guilt, the Hell; My pulse went up, my heart, it fell, they made me promise not to tell. ~ What could they possibly want with me, I didn't understand, I couldn't see; The horror drove me to my knees, and I quietly cried out my small plea. ~ My call, it fell upon deaf ears, as it had done, all of these years; This wasn't the first time they brought fear, nor the first time that I cried my tears. ~ "Won't you please just go away," this I wished, this I prayed; But to no avail, they continued to play, I felt that I was on display. ~ Just like the other nights before, my body ached, and I was sore; I didn't feel alive no more, as I picked myself up off the floor. ~ When they were finished, they let me be, alone again, just the walls and me; I was shaking from my head to my feet, they left me impure, and incomplete.
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Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
~INCOMPLETE~
Within the stillness of that night, when nothing seemed to be quite right; They came to me with veins of ice, and at that time, I was only nine. ~ What they wanted, I knew too well, the shame, the pain, the guilt, the Hell; My pulse went up, my heart, it fell, they made me promise not to tell. ~ What could they possibly want with me, I didn't understand, I couldn't see; The horror drove me to my knees, and I quietly cried out my small plea. ~ My call, it fell upon deaf ears, as it had done, all of these years; This wasn't the first time they brought fear, nor the first time that I cried my tears. ~ "Won't you please just go away," this I wished, this I prayed; But to no avail, they continued to play, I felt that I was on display. ~ Just like the other nights before, my body ached, and I was sore; I didn't feel alive no more, as I picked myself up off the floor. ~ When they were finished, they let me be, alone again, just the walls and me; I was shaking from my head to my feet, they left me impure, and incomplete.
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Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
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